Trapped in the gloaming
Wishing for a new day
Knowing only night.
I eat my sin, regurgitate it, and eat it again.
Your most perfect shadow
Poisons all it touches,
A black mirror sown into my skin,
It burns at the frays
With blackened tips
I greet the world
The grate fake.
Broken spinning wheel,
Its magic spent
An empty house collapses
Leaving only graveyards in its wake.
A cold bed worse than the tomb
Sickens the mind,
No doors only broken windows.
Sweet thoughts turn sour on the tongue
Poising all it touches,
The bitter pill never goes down,
Instead languishing in the mind’s eye.
No road less traveled,
The sharp brambles of the untaken paths
Cut and entangle dreams
Bringing them to heel
As they cower on their knees
Devouring unspent tears from yesterday’s sun.
Wild strawberries now overgrown
Lay unpicked with bowels long rusted
No tiny hands to hold them.
The smell of the albatross masked
With each new morning’s dawn
That churns out empty hope for the
Last leap home.
